The woman before him was draped in red, her figure was explosively curvy, and her face carried an exotic allure filled with the unique charm of the Western Region. Unlike the slender Third Saintess, this woman's flesh was perfectly distributed. As soon as she appeared, a wave of gasps echoed through the crowd.
Nearly every man present, young and old alike, drew a sharp breath and stared dumbfounded at the bewitching woman from another land. Of course, Jin Chanzi was the exception, which seemed to indicate that his Zen heart was indeed quite stable.
Yang Zhen's mouth was nearly drooling, Damn, that body was precisely what every homebound man dreams of, though for some reason, he couldn't shake the feeling of danger that this woman exuded.
"It's her, why has she come!" the Third Saintess exclaimed quietly, furrowing her brows as she looked at Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen was taken aback and asked, "You all know her?"